SuperWho X Reader You shivered, and pulled your leather jacket in closer to you. It was a windy night, and you sped up, your house wasn't too far from here. It was creepy being alone on this street, but it also felt...free. Your door was a bright blue, side effect of you being too lazy to repaint it after the previous owners moved out. You got a really good deal on this house though. You fumbled with your keys in the dark, and when you finally found the right one you smiled in victory, shoving the key into the lock. It was blissfully warm inside your house, and you sighed, flicking on a light. You swung your jacket off and let it fall to a heap on the floor, happily bouncing off into your kitchen.SuperWho X Reader by Bbburn
"Food!" You cried heroically, settling down onto your plush sofa. You clicked on the t.v, going to the news from last night. There was another murder and you groaned sadly, switching to an old doctor who episode. The news just made you sad, what kind of people would do that? They di
Butterfly LoveThis is my memory of us.Butterfly Love by siedhr
I meet you.
The butterfly takes shape within the first clasp of our hands,
Molded unknowingly by our fingers,
Its early wings unwittingly cut out of our first startled glance.
Its body builds itself alive in our awareness of each other.
It wants to fly in fearful recognition
It briefly stutters into existence,
While we awkwardly talk at each other
And we make accidental and fleeting connections,
That we sever almost immediately.
It stills and waits when we look away
And it flares in a brief, passing touch.
Its wings unfurl unbearably in my chest
Struggling to burst out.
I cannot breathe because I can't stop smiling.
My hands are trembling
And so am I.
I feel we don't have together at the same time,
Even if we have each other in the same place.
We birth and destroy imaginary, separate swarms,
Flinging them outward and upward,
Their confused bodies with incomplete wings
Shredding into each other senselessly,
In Their Shoes.Everything and everyone we encounter is an iceberg; only the surface is visible, and what lays beneath is an unknown story, within a story, as a result of a story.In Their Shoes. by rociobelindamendez
We may see someone walking down the street, and immediately have a watered-down idealized image of them, in their room, doing whatever it is that they do, in their skin, with their experiences behind them, and their world in front of them.
We can empathize with others in a general sense––
Have you ever wondered what it’s like to be another?
Have you ever wondered what it would be like to wake up as a random passer-by?
We have an image of what these people are like behind closed doors, when there’s no one around, when they can just be. We interpret these imaginings as beautiful, as interesting, as different, we romanticize the idea of them. We know we’ll never learn the steps to their tune, just as they’ll never dance to the beat of our
A chat with Mark Evanier of Garfield and FriendsAs an aspiring animation writer, I make a constant effort to contact well-established writers in the business for their advice on breaking into it successfully.A chat with Mark Evanier of Garfield and Friends by vocaltaffy
Well I just have the fortune of speaking with Mark Evanier on the phone moments ago. You know him as a writer of Garfield and Friends (1988- ) Superman (1996-2000) and also, before that....
briefly the Story editor of Dungeons and Dragons: the Animated Series, before focusing on another commitment.
I ask him for advice on writing. First on my wish to revive D&D. Here are two entries I worte from Richard Merwin's premises:
(S4 E3)->(S4 E4)->
He has this for me summed up in two statements.
"Don't bother with it." (It's from too long ago)
"Write material that no one has written yet, for current shows you like ."
10th Doctor/Reader - Black and White.10th Doctor/Reader - Black and White. by Bbburn
You scanned the small crowd that had gathered tonight, one hand hanging onto your microphone. It was the biggest crowd you had gotten in New York so far. You were all decked out for the song - it was your first time in this sleazy bar. You looked at your shaking hand, and you tried to ease up. Despite the fact that there were no accomplished customers here, you still wanted to do well. So when the lights dimmed, and the music played, you sang as best you could. Only one person clapped for you, and your heart fell. You shrugged it off, heading straight for the bar.
"Whatcha gettin' doll-face?" the bartender asked, looking at you with one cigarette dangling from his mouth. You looked around the room again, "I'll have Booze. Straight up." you answered, and the man poured the drink for you. Another man was walking up to the bar, with a dame; both of them had the strangest set of clothes on, especially the girl. You took a closer look and realized t
The SunYou are the SunThe Sun by SCFleischmann
and i am the moon;
reflecting Your light at night
to show that You are still there
Writing on the Wallin a dirty bathroom stallWriting on the Wall by SCFleischmann
there is written on the wall
an anonymous opinion
for those who want to listen
InspirationA momentInspiration by SCFleischmann
Just a bright right moment
Silver with singing
Drowning my ears
A moment of moon and sun
An ocean of ideas
Whispering in waves
Washing over me
Taking me away
And your voice becomes a golden sail
Pulling me across
Splashing my mind with spray
Galloping GloryYou pull at your reinsGalloping Glory by SCFleischmann
Because no one reigns over you
Your hooves beat down on the earth
Like the sun's rays beating down on the Karoo
Your wild white mane whips in the wind
While your body moves to the rhythm of the San
So ride my white nightmare
To where the sky kisses the earth
And the San women gather the secrets of life
Love Poem to a ChocolateJust a little midnight delightLove Poem to a Chocolate by SCFleischmann
You and me
Dressed in silver
Skin so smooth and soft
An illicit treat
Wrapped in the embrace
Of your deep dark aroma
Inside of me
A little fire kindles
Unable to say no
I give in to your call
You whisper softly
As your silver wrapper
Falls to the floor
A moment of bliss
Creamy is your kiss
That melts on my lips
Your liquid toffee soul
Slides down my tongue
Ignites the fire in my heart
And it erupts into song
Singing of sweet heaven
Danny Fenton Teen Genius Ch. 7: DiscoveryThe father and the mother were in bed, with Maddie looking for advice from a parenting book on Teenagers, hoping to look for some advice to help them deal with their boy genius teenager son.Danny Fenton Teen Genius Ch. 7: Discovery by Bearquarter2008
"Well, here's one: We should encourage Danny without overindulging him." Maddie then said.
"Okay, is there anything about rockets?" Jack then said, curious, due to Danny's past incidents with his inventions, then suddenly, they hear a noise that startles them.
"What the? Was that from the kitchen?!" Maddie said, alarmed.
"Well, I didn't hear anything..." Jack then said, sheepishly. Maddie looked at Jack and pointed him towards the door. The fat father grumbled and got out of the bed, however, due to this time of day, Jack can't see well. "Danny?!"He then sniffed something, it came from the kitchen like Maddie said. It smelled like bacon, however, he failed to notice a familiar grey alien soldier. He then grabbed his contacts and placed them in the eyes. Jack then finally got his vision less blurry
Montreal MartyrA sundried noteMontreal Martyr by DylanSeto
says to meet by the Old Port,
We got nothing but a couple drinks
and croacked laughs that
smell like the plants that live
by the Plateau; her skin
is colder than yesterday's
fever; her breath smokes
out as we exchange
old stories about living
by the Californian beaches
-- we repeat them until
they give us blistered hearts.
I could see the knots
in her eyes,
that the war had tied.
They put a gun
in my dead brother's
hands. Lay his weary head
held high in Mont Royal Park,
I'll be gone before
they put blood
in my dead brother's
I'll be gone before
they put blood
in my dead brother's
Grown Ass KidsA cover/remix I did of Chance The Rapper's 'Grown Ass Kid'. You can listen to it here.Grown Ass Kids by DylanSeto
You just a grown ass kid, who the fuck do you think you is?
The sun is only half way risen, you haven't come out your crib
You just a grown ass boy, get up out of here with all that noise
You ain't ever gonna find no joy playin' yourself like a toy, you just a...
Because the internet, we're so childish
I want to work it out, but you talk your shit.
Won't tell me your problems but you tweet that shit.
I hate that shit, if you wanna go there I could be a grown ass kid.
Hate thinking I wanted to be your husband
You're just a has-been, you're high school,
you're old news, I watch cartoons. I'm damn fool.
For giving you a chance, no pun, no fun
left in this burning playground.
Look, I could your white knight, but right now,
I looking to slay G-dragons. I'm not be failing
Get the money right, and go to paradise.
BQ2008's Toy Story 2 Invitation (part 4)It was the 4th of July and the Theater's almost done being completed, but which company should be the owner? Regal? AMC? Cinemark? The considerations were endless. Even the Warner Brothers and the Warner Sister couldn't help with that problem. There were so many Movie theater chains, even Stanley or Stanford didn't know where to begin.BQ2008's Toy Story 2 Invitation (part 4) by Bearquarter2008
Sherman entered the theater and saw every kid in the entire town of "Toon City" was there.
"Any luck?" Mabel asked.
"Well, we're down to 2 theaters, AMC and Regal. I even talked to the ones at Texas, even though I had to make sure Mabel doesn't do anything humiliating to insult the Good Dallas Cowboy Name, I think I have a deal made." Sherman said.
"Well?" Libby asked.
"I think AMC will give us a call, but I dunno about Regal after Mabel's rant." Sherman then said.
"Mabel, why did you have to disrespect the Dallas Cowboys?" Dipper then said.
"Who doesn't hate the Cowboys more than New England?" Mabel said. True, but the New England Patriots have wo
cyborgher heart is beatingcyborg by prettyflour
in a rib cage made of steel
her pulse digital
an emotional being
dressed in robotic armor
Memory is a Mad EditorMemory is a Mad Editor by Frank-Jaspers
Memory is a mad editor,
Cut-up and disordered;
In the reel to reel of old film
Crackling with intertitles
Fragments of action
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,a dangerous hallucination by prettyflour
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
Alphys Fanfic CompendiumAlphys Fanfic Compendium by marlinzander87
Alphys' Adventures (PG)
Alphys Höek (PG-13)
Alphys VS Undyne (PG-13)
Alphys Fapfic Cumpendium (NC-17)
Chapter 20: The Bitter PriceChapter 20: The Bitter Price by Meldelen
They were close. Very close. Since they could glimpse it, standing proud amid the square, shining through the enlightened water.
“There's the temple!” Zip hissed.
Selma, crouched in the darkness and clutching the Scepter in her hand, was sweating. Yes, there it was, about twenty steps away. But the place was quiet, too quiet...and she was afraid to cross the square.
“What are we waiting for?” Said one of the guys...Selma could never remember his name.
Zip made a gesture, telling him to shut up. Selma was strained to hear the slightest rustle, the lowest whistle, the lowest snap, in fact, a sound indicating those things were close. But the silence was dense.
“Let's do this.” She said then. “I'll go first. The others will go behind me, and Zip in the rear.”
The hacker didn’t enjoy the proposal, but he didn’t protest.
“You see the temple's doors.” The Turkish girl said, pointing at them with the rod. “Run toward
Cool Girl (Harry Potter x Reader)Cool Girl (Harry Potter x Reader) by mugglewitch75
Harry and (Y/N) had an open relationship, mostly because that’s the way she wanted it. She wasn’t the type of girl who wanted to be tied down to one person. She liked her freedom and wanted to have fun. He knew this and agreed. It seemed like a good idea at first, but seeing her flirt with his best friend the past couple of days wasn’t easy.
“Give that back!” Ron shouted, as he chased (Y/N) around the Gryffindor common room.
“Come and get it!” she laughed, waving his wand in the air.
She quickly put his wand behind her back when he cornered her. Out of breath, she looked up at him with a playful smile.
“What are you going to do n
Part 13: A Meeting of the Council of TenIn a dimly lit room somewhere deep within the Doge’s Palace on the Piazza San Marco, met the highly secretive “Council of Ten”, a major governing body of the Republic of Venice, elected by the Great Council to oversee diplomatic and intelligence services, as well as military affairs and law enforcement. Presiding over the meeting were the three “state inquisitors”, a tribunal of three judges chosen from among them to deal with threats to state security, and whose decisions were automatically binding without the rest of the council's approval.Part 13: A Meeting of the Council of Ten by ClockworkMultiverse
“Gentlemen, the Republic of Venice is facing a great crisis. The world of today is much larger than it was only a few decades ago. The time when Italian city states such as Venice and Genoa held a monopoly on trade routes to the Indies and beyond has long since passed. The Iberian powers, Spain and Portugal, have replaced us. Their explorers have bridged the gap between east and west, and in the process found en
On HiroshimaWarning: if you're easily offended or have a thin skin, you should probably stop reading now.On Hiroshima by Agawaer
Still here? Good. Let's do this.
This coming September 2nd marks the 71st anniversary of the end of WWII. And I encourage you all to keep an eye on the headlines, not least because I’m curious about what comments Shinzo Abe will make, but also because this tends to be the sort of occasion where som so-called historians (and I use that phrase to describe them in the loosest possible sense) tend to start saying how we never should have used the atomic bomb and the brutality of the Americans and so on and so forth and blah, blah, blah.
Well, here’s my two cents, for what they’re worth. Perhaps this makes me sound like a horrible person, but if folks want to approach the war from a moral standpoint, Japan is hardly blameless. If America's wartime detractors want to talk about brutality, I would like to remind them once more of the way that the Japanese troops, the so-called
Part 12: Arrival in VeniceIt was a warm and sunny day, and the dark clouds had disappeared over the Venetian lagoon. The storm that had swept across the Adriatic Sea the previous night had subsided, and the flooded Piazza San Marco had by now mostly drained. A gondola with four passengers arrived at the square, the passengers disembarking at a wooden pier.Part 12: Arrival in Venice by ClockworkMultiverse
“That very ornate church with many domes and gables, and the very tall tower with a belfry, is called the Basilica San Marco.” said Prince Gabriel to Princess Eleanor.
“Ooh… The horses above the porch are pretty!” replied Princess Eleanor to Prince Gabriel.
“I am sorry to say there is a very sad story behind those horses, Eleanor.” said the desert nomad.
“Wh-What is the sad story?” asked Miezsko.
“Those bronze horse sculptures date back to the fourth century before Christ, when they were made by the ancient Greek sculptor Lysippos, but for the longest time they were displayed at the Hippodrome of Con
Conflict of Blood 2 I didn’t see Rebecca at breakfast the next three mornings. There were never many students in the cafeteria in the morning. It was Friday, though, which meant that the NJROTC would be decked out in their winter uniforms; long sleeved black over black with ribbons, medals, funny banana boat hats, and shoes shined to look like mirrors. They walked so tall in their uniforms with that smug look of superiority about them like the school was theirs. I give them a hard time in my head, but honestly I didn’t have too much of a problem with them. They’d never insulted me, and were always respectful and respectable. After all, they had a uniform to make look good. I think the officers, who have to set a good example for the cadets, had a lot to do with it. Leading by example, looking their best to force everyone else to look good or be scorned.Conflict of Blood 2 by StevenGilby
I ate with Matt and Jeff that morning, but we weren’t carrying on like usual. There were a few whispers
I Can Hear Voices Okay. Bear with me on this. You might wanna sit down, because this could be a shock.I Can Hear Voices by SamuelSama
You remember those stories? My grandmother and her grandmother and her grandmother all told them, passed them down to us. The ones that are all superstitious hoo-ha and nonsense. About spirits and hauntings, crap like that. Yeah, I see that smile, you think those stories are all bullshit, too. Just like everyone else, just like me when I was stupid and naive. No, just let me finish, because it’s a story you’ll never forget.
Remember how I moved into my new apartment a while ago? Yeah, I was real happy about it — thought I could turn my life around from that shitty impoverished ghetto.
Yeah, man, I know, the schools there were a fucking joke…
Werewolf story. Chapter One : Transformation.Werewolf story. Chapter One : Transformation, return to the pack.Werewolf story. Chapter One : Transformation. by ThorrTheMonk
Cedric let out a minute sigh when the pack's home came into view,
Cold air came out into the asmosfere from his fanged jaw, forming a cloud.
A sinister visage, Lupus Alpha prided itself on being the best hunters,
And only accepting the best, recieveing their offering of turning was solemn and rare.
The pack was splited between two "cliques" Two "packs".
One clinque was filled with black werewolfs, the other with the gray and whites furred.
The two lupus packs avoided another like the plague,
Two members of the opposite "packs" never went on the hunt together.
Cedric, was one of the leading alpha of the gray and white lupus wolves.
A position that haven't come easily.
Alot of fighting and bloodshed can been done on the way to Alpha status.
Once you got accepted into the pack and was fully turned.
There was no way out, royalty was everything.
Running away from the pack or betrayel was punished.
By "the wild hunt" a
Drown Ch.21Drown Ch.21 by Kairi108
James left in a hurry after that. I think what I said got to him, I guess that was the point. Lee isn’t looking for me, that much is clear, but he won’t rest until James is caught. I just hope I live long enough to see him get taken down. I estimate I’m on the third day. Reports will have gone out, my face will be all over the news along with Shauna Richie’s. I bet Jake White and Mr Young are laughing to themselves: the nosey old cow finally got what was coming to her.
I can no longer feel the cold against my blueish skin and my stomach has given up rumbling. I think the worst thing I feel right now is the thirst. It’s been three days since I tasted water and my head is starting to pay the consequences. I keep hearing voices and seeing flashes of people who I know are not real. I grit my teeth and try to fight the pain that I feel in all areas of my body, but I have to admit, it’s getting harder to keep my head above the water. My b
Drown Ch.20Drown Ch.20 by Kairi108
He moves quickly, screaming with rage. He lunges for me, grabbing the bottom of my shirt and driving a killer blow straight into my gut. Grunting, I bend at the waist and grab the back of his shirt whilst he pushes himself against my waist and brings me crashing to the floor. My head smashes against the wooden panelling and he climbs on top of me
“We could have been so happy, just you and me” he pants, his hair enveloping his face, “but you are just like them. Spoiled, ungrateful, a bitch of nature who seeks to cause pain. I was so in love with you that I missed it: you have been using me, abusing me and leading me on right from the start. But I won’t let you do that anymore, you will not have me”
James drives a fist straight into the side of my face, jarring my neck. He then grabs the top of my hair and smashes my head against the floor. No matter how much I squirm under him, beating my hands against his chest I cannot get him off, I can
Drown Ch.19Drown Ch.19 by Kairi108
We swept the doorway, the porch and the surrounding outside area for clues or any indication of struggle but came up short. There was nothing to suggest he attacked her or even grabbed her forcefully. It’s as if she went with him willingly. Jackie stayed beside James and asked him all sorts of questions while he looked in draws and searched for prints on the windows. I couldn’t help but laugh when he got frustrated and told Jackie to shut up before he buried him upside down in the garden. A few hours later though the four of us decided to head back to the station with nothing but a phone book taken from her house. We’ll contact her parents and hopefully draw on more clues when we investigate her rivalry with Erica York.
Arriving back at the station, the four of us go straight to Roberts’s office to report on what we’ve found—or rather lack of—and to also tell him about Jackie’s interest in helping. To my surprise when we
Drown Ch.18Drown Ch.18 by Kairi108
I sit in silence in the station car park and stare out of the window towards the ominous building. With my hands gripping the steering wheel I inhale slowly. My eyes catch Victor’s in the mirror again, his face now looking concerned. I however know that this concern is not for himself but for me. Even at a time like this he is worried for me even though his freedom hangs in the balance. Shoving the door open I step out into the wet night time. The sky is clouded with hate and slow drops of remorse fall around me. Pulling Victor’s car door open I feel my heart rate climb. Never before have I become involved with a possible suspect so this, even for me, is strange. He steps out abruptly and stands in front of my gaze. Victor smiles gently then nods his head a little as if to give me permission to continue. Pretending as though there is not a hole in my heart I place a firm hand on his arm and pull him away from the car, taking the first few steps towards the statio
Lakeside Love part 1Lakeside Love part 1 by SassyScales
The late afternoon sun hung in air above the forest, casting its light over the dark green treetops, thus deepening the shadows that had been cast upon the ground. It was the type of forest that looked like it had jumped straight out of a fantasy story book. Somewhere up in the north was a vast lake that shone like glass in both sunlight and moonlight. The lake served like a massive watering hole for a number of creatures that live in the forest. Sometimes animals and humans use it as place to have a swim, especially around in the summer time. Normally such activity would happen at noon and mid day, yet in this late afternoon, a stranger emerged from the undergrowth.
The newcomer was a young man in his late teens. He had light brown hair and mid green eyes. He was carrying a bag that contained a towel and a pair of boxer shorts. The young man’s name was Nathaniel or Nathan for short. Nathan had decided earlier to have a swim in the lake since it was such a warm and glorious day t
Dance with Death Chapter 2Chapter 2Dance with Death Chapter 2 by Sexy-Zexy
The sound of something beeping echoed in Briseis's ears as she opened her eyes. As her sleepy vision slowly cleared she could see that she was in a hospital bed. The beeping sound, she discovered, came from the heart monitor that was beside her bed.
"Oh thank God you're awake!" she head a familiar voice speak to her. Briseis slowly turned her head as she heard someone running to her. She smiled as she saw the face of her roommate looking down at her. "Laura..." Briseis said weakly. "You okay?" she asked as she saw the dark circles under Laura's eyes.
Laura chuckled at Briseis's question. "I'm all right," she replied. "But are you all right?" Laura asked as she gently touched Briseis's hand.
Briseis looked at her a bit confused. "What do you mean? Other then feeling a bit drowsy, I feel fine," she replied. "That and I feel like your dogs have danced on my head," she added with a humorous smirk. "Did you forget to lock the door to the dogs's pen again?"
Laura's mouth twi
Crossroads - 2/2Graham’s eyebrows raised. A demon? He’d figured demons were just fabrications of the Church and the media, designed to put the fear of god into children and to serve as antagonists for shlocky horror movies respectively. Graham had never expected he’d run into one.Crossroads - 2/2 by Razgriz-3
Now that he - apparently - had, he was underwhelmed. Spiders had never particularly frightened him, even over-large ones, and he wasn’t wounded enough by his father’s standoffishness to be properly upset by seeing his head atop it all. The glowing cysts were a nice touch, but even they couldn’t salvage just how much of a let-down it was to meet an actual demon. If it were a mutant of some sort it could have been intimidating, but a demon? That was a blow to its credibility.
“To be perfectly honest, I don’t care how this man found his way here. Whatever the case, he’s better dead with his soul devoured than alive and able to be used by the likes of you.” Felis
Crossroads - 1/2“Humm. Hmmm. Hmmm- no, that’s not it.”Crossroads - 1/2 by Razgriz-3
Lieutenant Graham frowned, brushing broken glass from his lap as the song eluded him again. It was irritating him. More than his crashed plane, more than the blood all over his shoulders and in his mouth, more than the fact that he had less than no idea where he currently was. Why was this song haunting him?
At the moment he regained consciousness he’d been assaulted by an armada of feelings. Wonderment at the immense tree trunk that his fighter jutted from, like a bent nail hammered into a thick board, surprise that he hadn’t been killed in the crash, something akin to sorrow that he couldn’t place. But as he crawled through the jagged hole in his cockpit, and as the ravenous knife-blades that had once been the windscreen chewed into his flak jacket, the thoughts ebbed away, superseded by song.
He hummed, trying to match the frequency that bubbled in his head. It was finicky. Every time he thought he had it dow
Sunrise for the AstronautFrom space, he knew why Earth was called the blue planet.Sunrise for the Astronaut by DarkStar016
He floated in the void, weightless, with his breath fogging his helmet.
He admired the sapphire beauty below him, half of it cast in shadow and tiny lights.
The sun began to rise, peaking over the blue horizon.
It burned bright and beautiful, a shining beacon, taking him home as his oxygen tank hit zero.
Give Your Left ArmShe needed to go. It was only going to get worse if she didn’t.Give Your Left Arm by GoldenNocturna
But Claire still left her apartment uneasily, eyes scanning the complex as she locked her door. After checking to make sure it was locked–and no potential informants were around–she made her way to Nathan’s library. Gazing at the cloudless sky and listening to the chirping birds eased the tension from her body. She took a deep breath–
“Bring me your broken, your despondent!”
Claire whirled around, heart pounding. At the town center, a small crowd had gathered around a man in a lab coat, who stood next to a large box.
“Trying to trade in for a new model? Your android companion not running up to speed? That Maidbot starting to get uppity? Bring it here! I will dismantle them and redistribute the parts!”
Claire shuddered. Fighting the urge to touch her left arm, she picked up the pace.
Thankfully, Nathan’s library wasn’t far, the brick two-story squished betwee
In case you cannot make it to church tomorrow...This is the Lord's Prayer in Syriac Aramaic, the language that Jesus of Nazareth would have spoken to his disciples 2,000+ years ago. So the voice of God literally sounds something like this.In case you cannot make it to church tomorrow... by ClockworkMultiverse
Hell is not real according to the BibleOkay, it is controversial opinion time.Hell is not real according to the Bible by ClockworkMultiverse
"Hell" is not a Christian concept. There are convincing theological arguments for the non-existence of Hell. Such a concept would be inconsistent with the idea God's mercy. Jesus of Nazareth always prioritized mercy above justice.
What actually happens to your soul according to the Bible if you are not accepted into Heaven is that it is thrown into a lake of fire (called "Gehenna") and simply extinguished. It would be quick and painless. The concept of eternal damnation in Hell was added later, as a result of translations of the Bible conflating the Greek term "Hades" with the Hebrew term "Gehenna". In fact, Hades will actually be thrown into Gehenna according to the Book of Revelation. Ironically, this means that even death itself cannot escape death.
N46 The Darkness Surrounds MeN46 The Darkness Surrounds Me by NeoPaladinOfLight
Demons. That's what they are. Explains a lot.
I've seen them every damn day of my life. They haunt my dreams. They tarry my vision. Always jus' out of reach. Always standin' on the verge, jus' outta sight. But I felt them. I always knew they were there.
Then somethin' flipped. Don't know what it was, but it came outta nowhere. All of a sudden, the shadows weren't backin' down from the light. They've always walked among the livin'. They're as much alive as we are dead. S'jus' gettin' harder an' harder t'tell the difference.
But that ain't the weird part.
I look up at the front of the room. Mayer's surrounded by waves of that very darkness that exists in us all. He's upset—shoot, he's always upset—but this time he's got a reason t'be.
There's a very large, very sharp, spiky pillar of ice inches away from his face. It wasn't there a second ago. I put it there. More accurately, I threw it there. Honestly, I'm surprised I didn't end up missin' the target. My aim's
N45 Stuck in DetentionN45 Stuck in Detention by NeoPaladinOfLight
Well, I can't say anyone here's happy with this. School let out some time ago. We wanna go home, but when you get caught settin' fire ta the hallway, the higher ups feel like its best ta punish you in some form or fashion.
I guess that's fair.
So here we are. Been sittin' here in an empty classroom for the past ten minutes, waitin' on our great and wonderful assistant principle to step on in.
Oh look, there he is now.
Each loud, clacking step his hard, leather soled shoes makes as he walks across the front of the room is menacing. Puts chills down my spine.
“I can't believe the all the shit you kids put me through today,” he starts out. His voice is thundering. His posture is stern. He's looking down on us both figuratively and literally.
Tameka and Rayne are on opposite ends of the row. Mr. Mayer's gaze starts at one side and slowly makes its way down to the other. My heart practically drops as he looks past me. “Fighting each other before class?”
A heartstone sunrise"We are a go for descent in three, two...." The red light blinked then turned green. The hydraulics hissed and I adjusted my stance a bit wider before the unit gave its first downward lurch.A heartstone sunrise by prettyflour
"One." The pod gave a quick jerk before catching the rails and falling into a smooth drop.
The tunnels were dark at the openings, pitch black and foreboding. We used lights when exploring but found we didn't always need them. The planet was made of dirt, yes, but also in equals parts of what we call heartstone. It's a substance like we've never seen on earth- it reminds me of colorless glass, clear and similar in mass to diamonds. There was so much of it that natural light would seep down and reflect, twist and glimmer even miles below the surface.
It could be beautiful but more importantly it could be disorienting, skewing our sense of up and down. Our pods have gravity control which works well enough as we float through the maze of tunnels, scanning for s
The Lake's WatcherThe Lake's Watcher by DK-X-ILE
Alleyne is together with all the other girls from of Queen's Blade, and they have gone to a beach in the quieter region. Every girl is wearing bikinis and especially Alleyne's quite special, as it's completely leafes bundled together to cover her privates, while the small vines hovers around her hips, and the upper part of the bikini, has two major leafes covering her nipples, and with the vines holding the bra upright, by a knot tied up behind her neck. She's very open for anyone to see, and she's not the least embarrassed about showing off her body to anyone, though some courtesy when males are nearby. They are all having a blast in the water, sunbathing while laying in the sand or with at least a blanket under their ample bodies. But after a while, Alleyne wants to investigate the inland more, and to see what she can find out. The girls let her do it, and she would have gone, if they had said no to her go.
She walks in her bare feet around the forest, s
BodyFlesh and stained upholstery became one in the summer heat. Sunshine streamed in through an open window, making sweat form on the upholstery-skin. The warm breeze did little to cool the cramped living room.Body by SarcasticCupcake5
The brain had long since stopped communicating to the moving parts unless the stomach or bladder sent a small message of distress. But in most instances, someone else's arms and legs could be called forth to supply the body with sustenance, often in the form of thin, deep fried potato slices and frothy alcohol, on command of the mouth.
The mouth seemed to be beyond the brain's control, even though the brain told itself that simply couldn't be. But what it spewed at the gorgeous breasts that appeared in the living room at exactly 8:15 a.m., 5:07 p.m., and 10:43 p.m. everyday in a waitress uniform, usually seemed to produce good food without the brain even asking one finger to move.
.:It's The Only Opinion That Matters:.Letting out a sigh, the pair of purple eyes scanned their reflection from the bathroom mirror of the café where he had stopped on his way home. Usually Jey wasn’t someone to make such quick decisions when it came to more or less permanent changes in something, but this… This was definitely the first..:It's The Only Opinion That Matters:. by ReshapenDreams
Brushing one hand through his short hair, a little frown crossed his entire expression, making the young man shake his head before he ran his hand through the short hair again. And again. And couple more times just to make sure how much different it felt now. He was barely able to grasp it between his fingers anymore, which was such a huge difference to him and it felt… Weird, in the lack of better and fancier terms. The usual long raven hair was gone now, something that Jey had held nothing short of a trademark on his look along with the dark painted big, purple eyes that he just couldn’t get rid of no matter how much he sometimes hated
To North Americans on both sides of the Rio GrandeOkay, it is soapbox time. We really need to repeal NAFTA. It has hurt both the USA and Mexico, and I believe getting rid of it will help heal what has been a very rocky relationship since at least 1836.To North Americans on both sides of the Rio Grande by ClockworkMultiverse
NAFTA exposed Mexico to cheap subsidized U.S. corn imports that Mexican farmers could not compete with, and as a result many of them are out of work. In fact, Mexico is no longer food self-sufficient. NAFTA also directly led to the end of the "ejido" system that allowed landless Mexicans to individually farm designated parcels in their communities and collectively maintain communal holdings. I think most Americans can identify with the desire to have one's own property and run a small business, and NAFTA has made this impossible for many people south of the border.
Meanwhile in the USA, NAFTA has resulted in factories leaving in droves to relocate across the border into Mexico, leaving many Americans out of work. The aforementioned effects in Mexico have also resulted in mass emigration
What has happened to American left? (my diagnosis)The American left-wing is dead, and it has been for a very long time. It has been steadily declining since at least the Taft-Hartley Act and McCarthyism beginning the late 1940s.What has happened to American left? (my diagnosis) by ClockworkMultiverse
Left-wing thought has historically implied that economic structures and the relationships associated with them is the most significant factor in the course taken by history. All else is of a lesser importance. Class conflict is the key component of all leftist movements.
Benito Mussolini, best-known as the fascist dictator of Italy, was originally a socialist, but moved away from them due to their opposition to WW1. Apparently he felt betrayed because they were not nationalistic enough. As he moved towards the right-wing, he borrowed the concept of “oppressors” and “the oppressed” from Marxism, and applied it to things other than economics. These were things it was never intended to be applied to.
Today’s mainstream political discourse believes that upper middle class bourgeoisie
The Ugly Duckling as an allegory for sjw logic?Most people think "The Ugly Duckling" is a harmless story for children to teach them not to judge people based on superficial characteristics. I am beginning to have second thoughts about this assumption.The Ugly Duckling as an allegory for sjw logic? by ClockworkMultiverse
In most fairy tales, the main protagonist must fulfill some kind of difficult quest, often with the help of a few friends, in order to earn a cliched "happy ending". In the case of "The Ugly Duckling", the resolution merely unfolds by itself without requiring any action from the title character whatsoever. It is as if we are expected to believe he deserves his happy ending simply because he has been mistreated, rather than making it happen for himself through his own merits. Apparently he deserves better than everyone else just because he was abused by some of them. There are other tales like this ("Cinderella" comes to mind), but his strikes me as the most egregious example.
On the absurdity of Atlantis and ancient aliensFor the last time, Atlantis is not real! Plato made up Atlantis and everything about it. The time he claimed it would have existed was 1,000 years prior to when humanity is known to have discovered agriculture.On the absurdity of Atlantis and ancient aliens by ClockworkMultiverse
Also, it is very condescending to assume that people in the past could not create anything by themselves that we cannot explain today, and that continues to impress us. No one believes that the Burj Khalifa and the Three Gorges Dam were built with the assistance of extraterrestrials. How are the Pyramids any different?
The Abbot and Costello fast food hypothesisI ordered a plain burger at Wendy's and received a cheeseburger. I then sent it back and requested a burger with no cheese. I received a burger with condiments.The Abbot and Costello fast food hypothesis by ClockworkMultiverse
Is Wendy's training their employees by making them watch Abbot & Costello sketches? That is my hypothesis for this observed phenomenon.
The secrets of the universe explainedIn this journal article, I wish to expose the dishonest and manipulative practices of the universal development industry, that regularly mistreats employees and shortchanges consumers. Most of us take observable natural laws for granted, and few of us understand why they have been created in the first place.The secrets of the universe explained by ClockworkMultiverse
The universe we inhabit is hostile to all forms of life at even the most basic level. As a result, those few lifeforms (such as us) that do develop in this highly imperfect universe must be highly imperfect themselves to survive the horrific conditions, or so it would seem.
Actually, our entire physical universe is nothing more than a computer operating system, and the board of directors of "Multiverse Inc." repeatedly refused to give the developers and programmers sufficient time and/ or funding to perfect their product prior to its release on the multiversal market. This will guarantee sales of "Universe version 2.0" to the gullible customers who purchased an overpriced and over-
A very interesting coincidence in historyIn 1913, Adolf Hitler, Leon Trotsky, Josip Broz Tito, Iosif Stalin, and Sigmund Freud all lived within a few miles of each other in Vienna. Some of them even were regulars at the same coffeehouses. So the perhaps the 20th century really began to take its shape in some discussions over a milchkaffee and some apfelstrudel?A very interesting coincidence in history by ClockworkMultiverse
Recent films I actually enjoyed watchingAs you probably know if you have watched me for long, I love classic films and tend to prefer them to most new releases. However, just to show that I am not completely biased, I decided I should mention two relatively recent movies that I actually found to be an enjoyable experience. Neither of these films were particularly stellar, and I am not likely to watch them again and again, but they were decent films, and I left the theater without feeling like I had been cheated by Hollywood producers desperate to sell as many tickets as possible.Recent films I actually enjoyed watching by ClockworkMultiverse
The Monuments Men (2014): Loosely based on a book that goes by the same name, this film portrays the search for art that was stolen by the Nazis during WW2. The film has a star-packed cast and suffers from a number of Hollywood cliches, in particular its kitschy patriotic tone, although this did add slightly to the 1940s period feel of the film. That is the best thing about this film; its quaint look and feel that immerses us in a time that is alrea
Shakina and MarcusOut of all the OCs that I've drawn I never really thought that Marcus and Shakina would be the most popular. Thankyou very much [:) (Smile)][:) (Smile)][:) (Smile)][:) (Smile)]:[:) (Smile)][:) (Smile)][:) (Smile)][:) (Smile)][:) (Smile)]:[:) (Smile)][:) (Smile)][:) (Smile)][:) (Smile)][:) (Smile)]Shakina and Marcus by Tyrannuss555
Your favorite Biblical character?Who, from a literary rather than a religious perspective, are your favorite Biblical characters?Your favorite Biblical character? by ClockworkMultiverse
My favorites have always been the three magi, ever since I was a little child. Their names are Balthazar, Melchior, and Jasper (or "Gaspar", or "Casper", or "Kaspar"). According to folklore (in Europe), Balthazar was an Arabian scholar, Melchior was a Persian scholar, and Jasper was an Indian scholar. I am aware that they are not necessarily referenced directly in Biblical accounts of the nativity, but the three gifts led to the widespread assumption that there were three magi. I identify with their quest for knowledge and enlightenment, and I admire their devotion, being willing to leave their homelands and travel to a faraway land with nothing to guide them but a new star in the night sky. They also were brave enough not to tell King Herod about their encounter with the infant Jesus, so they were willing to stand up against authority even with the threat of violence.
Saint Thomas the Apos
Your favorite character in Greek mythology?Who is your favorite character in Greek mythology?Your favorite character in Greek mythology? by ClockworkMultiverse
My personal favorite is Prometheus, who stole fire from the gods and gave it to humanity, but was caught afterwards and forced to suffer eternal punishments by Zeus. I really like Prometheus because he is a combination of the themes of learning/ discovery and a heroic sacrifice.
Athena is a close second place on my favorites list because she was goddess of wisdom, but sometimes she is really stuck-up and mean to humans. Any deities with no respect for their own creations are unworthy of being worshiped by anyone.
What is MGTOW?What is MGTOW? by ravageglory
This is a question that I found myself asking back in May of 2016, when I first became aware of the movement via the Edmonton slut walk coverage via Rebel Media. Since then, I have come across many online YouTubers and article writers, all of whom identify as MGTOW. Likewise, many critics of this movement, both men and women alike, have also made YouTube videos and articles of their own condemning the movement as either a lonely-hearts club, or a misogynistic movement. The ad hominems made and the responses by MGTOWs reminded me of the criticisms Christians make towards atheists. “If you don’t believe in God, then why are you always talking about him?” verses “If MGTOW are anti-marriage and have sworn off long term relationships, then why are you always talking about [them]?
It wasn’t long before I found out the truth: that MGTOW (or men going their own way), is - at its core – a movement of unmarried men who have sworn off long
Gedichte vor der BescherungEs war einmal ein Junge der am Heiligabend vor dem Weihnachtsmann stand. Natürlich wollte er seine Geschenke aus dem Sack des rotgekleideten Mannes haben, die ihm seiner Ansicht nach sogar zustanden, doch der Weihnachtsmann wollte vorher von dem Jungen ein Gedicht hören, sonst würde er keine Geschenke bekommen und im schlimmsten Fall sogar … na ja ihr wisst ja.Gedichte vor der Bescherung by EINsamer-wANDERER
Und so versuchte der Junge ganz angestrengt sich an ein Gedicht zu erinnern, von dem ihm seine Großmutter mal erzählt hatte.
››Lieber guter Weihnachtsmann,
schau mich nicht so böse an
stecke deine Rute ein
ich will auch immer … äh … will auch immer … ähm … Ach scheiß drauf´!‹‹ Und so zog der Junge am weißen, langen Rauschebart des Niklaus, zog eine 9mm und hielt sie gegen seine rote Stupsnase. ››Geschenke her, du alter Knacker oder ich puste dir das Hirn weg!‹‹
Und die Moral von der Geschichte: Ver
Der goldene RitterEs war einmal ein goldener Ritter. Er war mutig und tapfer. Kein Drache, kein anderer Ritter vermochte mit ihm Schritt zu halten. Sogar eine schöne Prinzessin hatte er gerettet. Sein Leben war vollkommen. Trotzdem wollte ein anderer Ritter ihm seine Braut streitig machen. So forderte der goldene Ritter den Schurken zu einem Wettkampf heraus. Dem Gewinner gehörte die Gunst der Prinzessin. So geschah es. Im ersten von drei Wettkämpfen besiegte der goldene Ritter seinen Gegner im Lanzenreiten. Die Menge lachte den am bodenliegenden Verlierer aus, so dachte zumindest der goldene Ritter.Der goldene Ritter by EINsamer-wANDERER
In Wahrheit jedoch war er kein Ritter in goldschimmernder Rüstung, sondern ein betrunkener Bauerntölpel, der eine Kartoffel in einer Taverne zu einem Duell um die Gunst eines feuchten Wischmopps herausgefordert hatte. Mit einem Kochlöffel bewaffnet, stellte er sich dem Feinde. Sein einziger Schutz vor den mächtigen Angriffen des Gemüses, war ein rostiger Kochtopf, den
In the night...Kagome sat quietly near the campsite her and her friends made. Her back leaned against a tree Inuyasha was up in. She sighed as she continuously poked the fire with a long wooden stick. She couldn't sleep and it was all due to nightmares that appeared the second she closed her eyes. She didn't know what was causing them.In the night... by Willawalo1997
She glanced at Shippo, who seemed to be enjoying himself in her sleeping bag. It was kind of cold, but she didn't really mind the breeze at the moment. When everyone fell asleep, her nightmare began. It was a strange dream where she was fighting something, or someone.
She couldn't quite tell who the figure was, but every time she awoke she guessed it was Naraku. In the dream, she continued to fight, and soon was sucked into a deep dark abyss, where she remained alone. There was no light, and it was as if she were floating in mere space. Then demons appeared all around her, challenging her for a fight. She did the best she could to fight them off, and it was a scary exp
What are you? ch.4What are you? ch.4 by Willawalo1997
At the hot springs.
Sango and Kagome walked to the springs not saying a word along the way. They had undressed out of their Kimonos and put them on a near by rock. Kagome sank down into the water feeling the instant tingle of the hot water against her bare skin. Sango stepped behind Kagome and started to run her fingers through her wet hair.
Not knowing how to start the conversation Sango said the first thing that popped into her mind. "Your hair is very pretty." "Thanks." Kagome rubbed her pale arms. Why was she nervous? sango was her best friends.
"Kagome...Do you know what KIND of demon attacked you?" Kagome glanced at sango as she got out of the spring. She opened her back and pulled out a towel she brought with her. She dried her body of the warm liquid that lingered on her skin. sango got out and did the same. "If I knew sango I would tell you. But I just don't know."
We soon dress back into our Kimonos. On our way back I told Sango I was going to sit ou
What's Left of MeTear my heart out, rip apart my soul.What's Left of Me by BethyLuv215
That's what I've done to myself.
Break me to pieces because I'm so weak.
That's what I am: Weak.
Let someone love me, build a world around them.
To Mom.Wake up,To Mom. by EmoXxLifexX
Wake up from your bed of lies,
Shuffle over to the pity cries,
The cries of your children,
Hiding from you,
Scared to see what you'll do.
Ignore them and walk away,
Pretend we're safe for another day,
Pretend we're not laughing behind your back,
Hoping someday our masks will crack.
Hoping to stand up to you,
And leave you, sobbing and filled with rue.
The decay of us,
It's something to hide,
Like you're the perfect one in your social life.
Once you're done fighting about stupid things,
You shuffle on back to your bed,
Lying awake and saying to yourself,
'It's just another day in Hell,'
And while you sleep,
Your children are awake, crying and trying to keep themselves safe.
Safe from your lies,
Safe from their own cries,
Sounds that you induce.
You're your own judge, you're your own jury,
Because everything has to be right.
And in the morning,
We'll wake up and say,
'We're ready for another fight.'
You continue on,
Your cycle of lies,
Because you always have to be right.
Hate is HereScaredHate is Here by Chocolate-Wood
Or so you claimed to be
TO see my eyes
Hate shining bright
I wasnt mad
Never an ounce of hate
And . . . Love?
This is now
Things have changed
Now is the time
Hate does shine bright
Once was horrid enough
Twice you played
Its what you should be
hate is here
And Im now fragile
Watch your tongue
Watch your back
Im watching mine
Because thrice will be the end of me
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